I don't know how everyone else handles Christmas but my kids get a stocking from Santa (everything else is from us).
Every Christmas morning they wake up to find that Santa has placed a gift in their stockings and I let them open them first (wouldn't dare to try and stop them).
This morning Bucket jnr came in to speak to me, all serious:
Bucket jnr: Mummy, I want a bumblebee and an optimus prime for Christmas.
Bucket jnr: Can you put it on your Christmas list.
Bucket jnr: I don't know how big they'll be but Santa can make them for me that way they won't cost you anything (aaahhhh).
Me: Ok but that's a lot for Santa.
Bucket jnr: I think that as I'm getting bigger then the toys should get bigger and more.
Me: Ok, you're going to have to be a REALLY good boy for them.
Bucket jnr: I know, I'm going to try to be good for the rest of my life (he's into big timescales at the moment).
What a sweetie, I tried not to smile too much as he was only standing in front of me in his pants and I was trying to take his seriousness seriously (hope that makes sense).
My lack of words was due to this being a three cups of coffee morning and I was currently on number two so not totally awake.
Ok, a sweetie no longer. He has come back and is now shooting his nerf gun at me with the phrase "I've got me a mummy kebab" - I have no idea where that is from and I probably never will. Sam xx